“What happened,” Lauren said seeing the entourage enter sickbay. “Bed three,” she motioned with her hand to Ian carrying the Ensign from operations in his arms as she grabbed a PaDD. The image of Rinker in sickbay following them stopped her from reacting immediately. The psychiatry chief was not unknown in the medical units but sightings of him were rare. Unless it was one of his patients or a red alert tirage situation, he tended to stick to the counseling suites.

“Is she from the brig? I got your call about cortical scanners. I was on my way to install them in the cells as requested.” Moving to the edge of the biobed area Lauren waited glancing back over her shoulder once at Jessa’s space with the two guards posted at her door. “Do you need me here or installing the scanners,” she asked Rinker. It was a rhetorical question. Rinker could easily treat the woman as well as any doctor in sickbay. The question was if he wanted to be a doctor or not.

“Ahhh,” the Ensign groaned hitting her head against the pillow a few times and squinting her eyes trying to deal with the pain. “God this hurts worse than any sprain I have ever had from rolling my ankle.” Everything happened so fast, the last thing she remembered before the blinding pain was the sensation of tripping. The floor had been completely clear so it was a logical, albeit the wrong assumption on the Ensign’s part. Looking up at Rinker, she clenched her teeth hard talking through them. “Commander I don’t know how I did this but I feel so stupid.”

Ian Bordeaux